Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. “Sydney is quite right, Miss Pellissier,” he said. ‘Can’t have been a common housebreaker, you see,’ Hilary explained to Lucilla, quite unnecessarily. I suppose this is the sort of damned rubbish—” “Oh! Ssh, Peter!” cried Miss Stanley.
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